Violet's Bench

[Violet Kurosawa]

Violet couldn't believe her eyes.

She had entered the courtyard, ready to have her first cigarette of the week and finish it off before anyone could catch her, because really, she wasn't ready for another few hour's detention. She had even mapped out the courtyard perfectly a few days before coming here, and had marked the bench she would be using for her impromptu smoke break, making sure the place was ventilated and secure from snitching eyes who wanted nothing more than to drag someone down to their little level. The thought would've made her laugh on a normal day. A snitch. She was sure there were at least a few that would want to fuck with her, but for now, that didn't matter.

She was angry, and that anger was directed to the person who dared to sit on her fucking bench.

She tossed a glare at the person sitting there, before walking over, taking long strides and narrowing her eyes once she got to the bench. "Um, hi, excuse me," she said, looking down on the mystery person who fucking dared to fuck with her. "I think you'll find that you are, in fact, sitting in my seat. So pick your ass up before I make you!"

She snarled the last part, absolutely ready to mess the other person up if they didn't leave soon.

[Killian Reid]

Killian had been sitting quietly on a bench. How on earth was she to know that that wasnt ok? She had been practicing her ice skills, watching ornate frost spread from her cold finger tips onto the wood of the bench. 

Gaze was a pool of icy fire when Violet decided to growl at her. Oh. Im sorry. I didnt realise it said 'this bench belongs to fat, ugly mother fucking cunt. A wicked snarl pulled her lips, eyes flashing. Please, sit your ass down The girl stood, ice coated hands clenched, alost begging for a fight. I wouldnt want to impose on yours and the bench's private time. Each word was laced with poison and sarcasm,her breath coiling in frigid wisps from her lips.

[Violet Kurosawa]

Violet took a deep breath, annoyed and frustrated and all of the other words she could think of for being angry off her goddamn mind. This girl... Was she really back-talking her? The thought made her scoff in disbelief, and narrow her eyes at the offending object, or in this case, occupant of her bench, clenching her fists.

"Listen here, cunt," she spat venomously towards the girl, ready to pick a fight. "It's actually marked by me in the back, like your blood might be if you don't leave now."

"You're right. You wouldn't want to impose on my private time, if you knew what was good for you."